25 Feb 05 San Antonio TX to Lake Charles LA Trip Report
 


My son Brian (VStar 650) and myself (R1100RT) went up to Lake Charles via stop in Houston TX. Wife and her sister traveled up in tundra. Programmed Garmin 2610 GPS with to stop near Bush Airport in Houston then to go down to Toyota convention center and over to "Ragun Cajin". I also picked up Michael Tobler's (mjt) email from my companies Spam drop and make a note of his phone number, thinking I might call about noon when we got downtown Houston. Nothing went right from even before we left. More pictures are here http://tinyurl.com/4drrc


Son Brian let his license expire, discovered that Thursday, and Virginia at Dairyland faxed some paper he needed and he went down to DPS but they complained the color had to be "pink". Friday morning, instead of leaving for Houston, we drove up to Spring Branch and saw Virginia of Dairyland fame (really boondocks - she can plink and hunt from her back window). Brian saw a cute redhead there, but the older granny was the one who got him the original pink slip that DPS needed.  Anyway we finally got his MC license fixed up by 2pm and we left. Wife and her sister had already left as they were going to the Benny Hinn thing at the Toyota center.


Our first stop was at Schulenburg to load up on world famous Oakridge smokehouse beef jerky.  It was coats and helmets the rest of the way as it had gotten cold. We hit Houston during rush hour and the GPS sent us thru all the toll roads, $1.25 per axel. I lost $5 when the wind blew it out of my hand at the last toll and we just rode thru since we didn't have any small change. It was dark when we got to Bush airport and the guy selling his motorcycle gear had gone home . We called him up and got his home address, programmed it into the GPS and headed out to Kirkland to pick up the items we had bought over the internet.


We got into Kirkland, located the sellers house. It took two of us to lift the motorcycle jack onto the back of my R1100RT. I remember taking heavier stuff before but could not remember when. The one year old Shoei Helmet looked good and we bought a 2nd, but older Shoei for $10 and a pair of imported boots for $40. He told us how his bike was wreaked and his arm broke when a cage pulled out in front of him. I was thankful it was dark and no one would see the huge jack strapped to the back of my bike. We then headed to the Toyota center to find my wife's pickup.  At least the jack didn’t wiggle.


We passed within 100ft of the Toyota center from the highway, but is seemed like another 10 miles before the next exit and we got lost tracking back thru downtown. Brian stopped a homeless guy who wanted $1 for where the Toyota center was and we finally got there. We parked and got off and were immediately propositioned by 4 girls who walked over to the bikes. The one who did the talking was tall, good looking, and didn't have any gold teeth. If they were at that Benny Hinn thing, what he said went in one ear and out the other.


The wife spotted us and I was glad to load the motorcycle jack into the pickup. We transferred the GPS and I programmed it for the ragun cajun but we never located that restaurant. We gave up after about an hour or more and stopped at the spaghetti warehouse on Travis & commerce street. The food was no good, they were out of lemons for the water, and they could not find olive oil to dunk the bread in, substituting veggie oil. It was too late to call Michael or any of the Houston area bikers and we left for Lake Charles about 11 pm.


It was cold all the way, Brian swapped his open face helmet for the full Shoei we had just bought. As soon as we passed into LA the road went bad. A jar every 100ft or so with a really bad one now and then to where you had to keep both hands on the handlebars as you could not tell in advance which one was going to be the bad one. We found later that if we had moved to the left lane the road would have been smoother.


The next day we all went to Steamboat Bill's for soft crab and crayfish. We then had to check into another hotel as Harrods's was full and didn't have a Saturday night room. We moved to "America Best" which had a shuttle to Harrods. The wife, her sister and Brian left for Harrods's casino but I slept late and caught up with them about 2 hours later. When I found them they were just leaving as there was a dispute. Brian loaned his aunt his last $10 and she hit a jackpot and wouldn't share. She gave him a cash out ticket but when he went to collect it they were all nickels and she had been on the $1 machine. Then she claimed she had left her gambling card in the machine and when she got back from the bathroom it was missing. However, she had two of them on her neck so it was clear she had hers plus somebody else's. Brian said she was hiding the large cash out ticket in her sock and this is what they were arguing about when I found them. We want back to the hotel and this was the first gambling trip that I never gambled on.

Every biker we saw yelled as us to put helmets on so we obliged. Sunday morning it was raining when we left, really cold with the streets slippery. It warmed up by the time we got to Houston. A really bad accident forced us off the GPS route as the highway was closed but we managed to find our way and didn't pass thru any toll roads. From Schulenburg to San Antonio it was cold and dark. Fortunately there was no wildlife as it would be difficult to spot a deer at night with little or no traffic to light the road up.